Normally I find it a good idea to try and come up with some kind of catchy title if I’m writing an opinion piece. Sometimes it uses a metaphor, sometimes it uses a pun, sometimes it uses an obscure “Big Lebowski” reference, but it’s always meant to bring a touch of mystery to the actual substance of what was written.
In this case, however, I could think of nothing remotely interesting or competent to say. It is not unlike the conducting of Eivind Gullberg Jensen in that respect. Continue reading